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It's still a new year!

I put up The Urban Blabbermouth's last post just minutes before he sent me this. No illustration because he's got yet another one set to go and I want to get a good picture for it. And then I need to gather my thoughts to write a tribute to someone who left the world a better place...  -V

New Year's Eve.  We party.  A lot of drinking, celebrating, and happiness with friends.  But do you stop to think that some of us are working.  Look around you at your party.  There are waiters serving you, chef and kitchen staff preparing your meal, the band playing dance music, and the bartender serving champagne.  All of them are working, earning a living, while you party, not noticing them nor realizing that they are there working.

Make a New Year resolution -- be kinder to other folks who work for a living just like you do.  Think of them and realize that it could be you too on the receiving end of someone's kindness.

I like something Zig Ziglar said, "When someone asks how are you? Answer, Great and Getting Better!"  So, be great and keep getting better.

Happy New Year!

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